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sentence meme
Posting a favourite sentence from all of my works in progress, blah blah blah.
In the Court of Cloaks and Daggers - The boy’s lips formed a disquieting smile, and he stood frozen against the cool bricks.
angelfoodcake - Is it just me, or does your halo look tarnished?
Goddesses Don't Wear Black - It was a particularly lurid shade of pink and looked – and tasted – like what you would get if you condensed a small girl’s birthday party into alcohol and served it with ice and various candied fruits.
Pandora and the Devil - LSD, speed, speed of a speed, though I’m known for pride, which is stubborn, which – if anything – is slow.
Quindlemire - Ceigo shot the blond thief a look of pure venom, vowing that such an insult against his position would one day be punished by much more than just kicking, and then attempted to convey to the old woman in increasingly desperate sign language that there was no way he was going inside such a dirty, seedy-looking place.
Blood Casino - Ashe’s cane shone maliciously under the reddened lights – it was black and silver and looked like something that could have been mail-ordered from Armani’s Deadly Weapons department.
Raising Excalibur - It wasn’t fair, Breanna thought, slashing at the air savagely, that the rightful bearer of such a magnificent weapon should be a young king who had done nothing to deserve it other than be born under the right stars.
How to be a Hero in Ten Easy Steps - Rio groaned and threw himself backwards onto the soft green grass that grew on the river bank, laying one arm across his face to shield his eyes from the sun and the sight of Karli, who was now busy trying to find a clean finger to wipe her eyes with and inventing imaginative new curses.
The Dream Singers - Lucien entertained a brief moment of amazement at the lengths to which the Council would go to pretend that he wasn’t gay and was going to have lots of baby vampires with a suitably Gothic-looking girl.
Dare Not Speak - My professional life – if it could really be called that – was going to hell, my best friend was a mental headcase and a prepubescent electronics genius was living in my kitchen.
The Morningstar - Heat shot between their closed hands as the morningstar mark on Moriel’s palm glowed, faint cracks of pale aura showing where their fingers joined.
Crossing the Rose - Call Death a murderer and he will wonder why you are stating the obvious.
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The Night Is Always Young (Hellsing) - And to God, of course, though another of the Catholic teachings that had been hammered into Anderson's brain was that God didn't really like dealing with underlings and preferred to receive lists of sins via men in silly hats and white robes that tended to show all the stains from when all the old dears in the congregation with palsy had dropped their Holy Communion.
Only By Default (Harry Potter) - Draco thought that this was singularly unfair and pointed out that surely there had to be some bisexuals, they could reproduce, and how was he meant to find someone to sleep with when all the other students were so damnably straight and I guess I should really stop talking now, shouldn’t I?
Not In Our Stars (Harry Potter) - The fingers of his free hand drummed idly on his leg, slipping slightly on the unfamiliar fabric of new robes, slightly too large and charmed to within an inch of their lives with Anti-Loss spells.
Perspective (Weiss Kreutz) - The blond’s teammates were all worried and it was probably hugs and flowers and fucking brotherly concern, and – knowing Crawford – the rest of Schwartz had buggered off and left him to regain consciousness on his own.
(varying titles) (WK/X) - But even if I had wanted it, even if I had fucked him right then and there in the fucking street, what the hell makes it any of your business?
Pornography (Good Omens) - Crowley shifted nervously, deciding firmly that he was not about to mention anything about sort of maybe having a small crush on this Ford Prefect fellow.
Having Fun (The O.C.) - Another poke, which turns into a shove, which turns into all-out wrestling and suddenly they’re kissing on the beach as the sun sets, which is even more romantic but neither of them mentions it so it’s all okay.
Better and Better (X/1999) - “I think I may be going mad,” he told a pigeon.
Painted From Memory (X/1999) - The entertainment value inherent in appearing after being presumed dead was enormous.
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See, this is why me deciding "I want to write something" is then followed by at least fifteen minutes of agonising indecison as to which document I should open.
In the Court of Cloaks and Daggers - The boy’s lips formed a disquieting smile, and he stood frozen against the cool bricks.
angelfoodcake - Is it just me, or does your halo look tarnished?
Goddesses Don't Wear Black - It was a particularly lurid shade of pink and looked – and tasted – like what you would get if you condensed a small girl’s birthday party into alcohol and served it with ice and various candied fruits.
Pandora and the Devil - LSD, speed, speed of a speed, though I’m known for pride, which is stubborn, which – if anything – is slow.
Quindlemire - Ceigo shot the blond thief a look of pure venom, vowing that such an insult against his position would one day be punished by much more than just kicking, and then attempted to convey to the old woman in increasingly desperate sign language that there was no way he was going inside such a dirty, seedy-looking place.
Blood Casino - Ashe’s cane shone maliciously under the reddened lights – it was black and silver and looked like something that could have been mail-ordered from Armani’s Deadly Weapons department.
Raising Excalibur - It wasn’t fair, Breanna thought, slashing at the air savagely, that the rightful bearer of such a magnificent weapon should be a young king who had done nothing to deserve it other than be born under the right stars.
How to be a Hero in Ten Easy Steps - Rio groaned and threw himself backwards onto the soft green grass that grew on the river bank, laying one arm across his face to shield his eyes from the sun and the sight of Karli, who was now busy trying to find a clean finger to wipe her eyes with and inventing imaginative new curses.
The Dream Singers - Lucien entertained a brief moment of amazement at the lengths to which the Council would go to pretend that he wasn’t gay and was going to have lots of baby vampires with a suitably Gothic-looking girl.
Dare Not Speak - My professional life – if it could really be called that – was going to hell, my best friend was a mental headcase and a prepubescent electronics genius was living in my kitchen.
The Morningstar - Heat shot between their closed hands as the morningstar mark on Moriel’s palm glowed, faint cracks of pale aura showing where their fingers joined.
Crossing the Rose - Call Death a murderer and he will wonder why you are stating the obvious.
~
The Night Is Always Young (Hellsing) - And to God, of course, though another of the Catholic teachings that had been hammered into Anderson's brain was that God didn't really like dealing with underlings and preferred to receive lists of sins via men in silly hats and white robes that tended to show all the stains from when all the old dears in the congregation with palsy had dropped their Holy Communion.
Only By Default (Harry Potter) - Draco thought that this was singularly unfair and pointed out that surely there had to be some bisexuals, they could reproduce, and how was he meant to find someone to sleep with when all the other students were so damnably straight and I guess I should really stop talking now, shouldn’t I?
Not In Our Stars (Harry Potter) - The fingers of his free hand drummed idly on his leg, slipping slightly on the unfamiliar fabric of new robes, slightly too large and charmed to within an inch of their lives with Anti-Loss spells.
Perspective (Weiss Kreutz) - The blond’s teammates were all worried and it was probably hugs and flowers and fucking brotherly concern, and – knowing Crawford – the rest of Schwartz had buggered off and left him to regain consciousness on his own.
(varying titles) (WK/X) - But even if I had wanted it, even if I had fucked him right then and there in the fucking street, what the hell makes it any of your business?
Pornography (Good Omens) - Crowley shifted nervously, deciding firmly that he was not about to mention anything about sort of maybe having a small crush on this Ford Prefect fellow.
Having Fun (The O.C.) - Another poke, which turns into a shove, which turns into all-out wrestling and suddenly they’re kissing on the beach as the sun sets, which is even more romantic but neither of them mentions it so it’s all okay.
Better and Better (X/1999) - “I think I may be going mad,” he told a pigeon.
Painted From Memory (X/1999) - The entertainment value inherent in appearing after being presumed dead was enormous.
~
See, this is why me deciding "I want to write something" is then followed by at least fifteen minutes of agonising indecison as to which document I should open.